Jonathon,
I'm so sorry for your loss, you loved your Mom so much. This poem brought you much comfort once before, I hope it will this time as well.
Miss Me – But Let Me Go
When I Come To The End Of The Road
And The Sun Has Set For Me,
I Want No Rites In A Gloom-Filled Room;
Why Cry For A Soul Set Free?
Miss Me A Little – But Not Too Long
And Not With Your Head Bowed Low,
Remember The Love That We Once Shared.
Miss Me – But Let Me Go.
For This Is A Journey That We All Must Take
And Each Must Go Alone.
It’s All A Part Of The Master’s Plan
A Step On The Road To Home.
When You Are Lonely And Sick Of Heart,
Go To The Friends We Know
And Bury Your Sorrows In Doing Good Deeds,
Miss Me – But Let Me Go.
-author unknown
I'm so sorry for your loss, you loved your Mom so much. This poem brought you much comfort once before, I hope it will this time as well.
Miss Me – But Let Me Go
When I Come To The End Of The Road
And The Sun Has Set For Me,
I Want No Rites In A Gloom-Filled Room;
Why Cry For A Soul Set Free?
Miss Me A Little – But Not Too Long
And Not With Your Head Bowed Low,
Remember The Love That We Once Shared.
Miss Me – But Let Me Go.
For This Is A Journey That We All Must Take
And Each Must Go Alone.
It’s All A Part Of The Master’s Plan
A Step On The Road To Home.
When You Are Lonely And Sick Of Heart,
Go To The Friends We Know
And Bury Your Sorrows In Doing Good Deeds,
Miss Me – But Let Me Go.
-author unknown